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2.10.12

Comtemplating Committing Suicide?

Once again, this is not one of the things this blog is about; but I was like "why not post this?"

BTW, I got this from Facebook.

Kindly read this attentively. Make sure you are calm and not distracted.

Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this. You come home from school one day. You’ve had yet another horrible day. You’re just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you’ve written and rewritten over and over and over You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinners ready. You don’t answer, so he walks in. All he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks you’re asleep. He tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. She’s screaming your name. Your brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that “Mommy is crying and sissy won’t wake up.” Your dad runs to your room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding the letter to her chest, sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits him, what’s going on, and he screams. He screams and throws something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he starts to cry. Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit there, holding each other, crying. The next day at school, there’s an announcement. The principal tells everyone about your suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, and once it does, everyone goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you. Those mean popular girls, they think of all the things they’ve said to you. That boy that used to tease you and call you names, he can’t help but hate himself for never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend, the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you.. He can’t handle it. He breaks down and starts crying, and runs out of the school. Your friends? They’re sobbing too, wondering how they could never see that anything was wrong, wishing they could have helped you before it was too late. And your best friend? She’s in shock. She can’t believe it. She knew what you were going through, but she never thought it would get that bad… Bad enough for you to end it. She can’t cry, she can’t feel anything. She stands up, walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. It’s a few days later, at your funeral. The whole town came. Everyone knew you, that girl with the bright smile and bubbly personality. The one that was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone’s crying, your little brother still doesn’t know you killed yourself, he’s too young. Your parents just said you died. It hurts him, a lot. You were his big sister, you were supposed to always be there for him. Your best friend, she stays strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket into the ground, she just loses it. She cries and cries and doesn’t stop for days. It’s two years later. The whole school talks to a counselor/therapist at least once a week. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex boyfriend doesn’t know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls. Your friends all go into depression. Your best friend? She tried to kill herself. She didn’t succeed like you did, but she tried…your brother? He finally found out the truth about your death. He self harms, he cries at night, he does exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide. Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mom got diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day. People care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices don’t just effect you. They effect everyone. Don’t end your life, you have so much to live for. Things can’t get better if you give up. I’m here for absolutely anyone that needs to talk, no matter who you are. Even if we’ve NEVER talked before, I’m here for you. ♥

There are many causes of suicide. More people than you think have contemplated committing suicide at some point in their lives. Some of these causes are:

Bullying

Broken home/families

Any form of violence

Sexual harassment/abuse

Body-image issues

Strong addiction to drugs

Teenage pregnancy

Loss of a family member

Broken dreams

Hopelessness

The list goes on and on. Which other ones can you think about?

Now, please take the time out to think carefully; Have you been in this situation before? Do you know anyone who has or might have been in this situation? Take time out and reflect back on your life. There cannot be so many reasons for you to take your own life. The mere fact that you are alive today is proof that there's more hope for the future.

The truth is I am one of those people who have thought about committing suicide more than three times, so I know how dark it can be.

In Canada, 15 out of 100,000 people will commit suicide, and men commit suicide at a rate four times higher than women. Suicide accounts for 245 of all deaths of people between the ages of 14 and 25.

Please, let's get this word out and save our generation. Re-blog this or share it or something. Just do your best and let the world know. There's nothing you're going through that you cannot overcome.

2 comments:

Ironically, my uncle took his own life just this week. He lived in Britain for over thirty years and had no other family but his kids. His wife died years ago. Apparently he was depressed bc his twokids were grown up and he was lonely if seems. Still hard to believe that someone I know did this but it is real life. I just hate that he felt so alone and helpless. I'm noticing a lot more older (black) men are turning to suicide. It's startling.

I'm so sorry to hear about your uncle. :( May he rest in perfect peace. Sometimes, we tend to over look things that are not quite obvious and just push them aside. These things build up within us, and when our bodies cannot handle them anymore, we just kind of 'explode' at once.

I have also noticed that talking to someone we trust about things that disturb us really helps to ease all the pain away, no matter how difficult it may be to trust someone.

It's very important also, for us to care about those around us. Sometimes the person smiling most or the person trying to make everyone smile, might just be the one who is dark inside! Suicide can 'happen' to anyone at anytime because even though many events lead to it, the act itself is a sudden one.

I really wish I get the opportunity to spread more light on this to many people all over the world!